It is not easy today, at the time of the crazed and vulgar masses, to remain upright and dignified. To not be lonely in the crowd. An island. We need many things medical and encouraging. We need road signs and constant roads to the center of ourselves, our myth, epic, memory, our archeofuturism. It is necessary to know how ”to ride the tiger”. ”National Review” has entered its twelfth year. Biological and cosmic dials are working, grinding, but we do not give up. We still hold on to our basic ideas and we are still looking forward to each issue as if it were the first. And the number 66, in support of that, is here to meet you.